BEST OF THE NET Winner, Cited in THE BEST AMERICAN ESSAYS 2015-16 & PUSHCART POETRY FINALIST 2017

The Work

If the air
entering us,
doing the work,
that we call ‘breath’
were enough,
then asking for ‘more’
would fall out of use:
the artifacts of a tomb,
useless, touching;
the stories grownups told
of a world they wanted
to believe was true.